Hi guys, I haven't posted because I have been waiting for some good news to come around but since that doesn't seem to be in the immediate forecast I
am am just gonna give an up-date and beg for some more support.
After the long stay at the hospital that ended on July 7th. I was cardioverted again twice. Seven times total. Not my favorite thing.
The doctors don't recommend that I work but they have relented twenty seven hours pr. week if I am capable. And they strongly recommend temporary
disability.
So I am working on that and perhaps getting some help from where ever else it can be provide.
But it all takes forever, up to year. Their advise is "coach surf" or move into a homeless shelter, then the process is faster.
I have worked something like forty hours the past three months that doesn't cover the bills I have used up all my savings that were to go to another
winter safe vehicle.
I am done, not only am I sick, now I have to surrender my rescue dog George of two years and the two kittens (3 years old).
I took in their feral mom not knowing she was pregnant, had her kittens. Got them all fixed and set up in good homes.
Any way, my babies have to go I have to clear the house and move into a homeless shelter. Then I can get help.
This is breaking my heart. I have a good job, a great boss, didn't have to ask for help, low rent with nice land lords a garden with trees I have
tended for twelve years, room for my babies and my little library. I have all I need, I only had to buy under wear and shoes. Now I won't have any
thing after this month maybe next.
I don't get the logic. Break people and then use a ton to build them up again. All I needed was a little help until the doctors solved this calamity.
I don't care, I give up. My heart is breaking. That's why I am up now, I can't stop thinking. And I must get things done, I have to, I can't leave the
animals stranded and the house full.
All because of G@@ D@^m Covid.
It all started there, I never had a murmur before that.
Sorry.
Why can't we post pics?